My very small part in WATCHMEN is that, every now and then, Alan would phone me: ''Neil, you're an educated man. Where does it say...''He would need a quote from the Bible, or an essay about owls. I w...
When writing a novel, that's pretty much entirely what life turns into: 'House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day.
Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.
It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.
You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we're doing it.
I started out writing much more science fictiony stuff and writing about science fiction.
Ourselves in those moments, where the trigger has been squeezed, is this: the past is not dead. There are things that wait for us, patiently, in the dark corridors of our lives. We think we have moved...
Moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding.
And then he looked her full in the face, and her heart leapt and sank, as the eyes the dangerous blue of the summer sky before a storm gazed back into hers.
You’re fucked up, mister. But you’re cool. I believe that’s what they call the human condition,
Your turn in the chair next time, said October. I know, said November. He was pale and thin-lipped. He helped October out of the wooden chair. I like your stories. Mine are always too dark. I don’t th...
You're no help, he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lime; there was nothing special about it at all. It was doing the best it could.
You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there's nothing you can do about it.
You're alive, that means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change.
You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers...
You want to know the future, love? Then wait:
You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
You shouldn't trust the storyteller; only trust the story.
You should have told him you were a cop too, said Fat Charlie. He might have taken you more seriously. I don’t think it would have done any good, she said. Anyone who calls you ‘little lady’ has alrea...
You shine like a beacon in a dark world.